I just want to lay low
Can I be given a pill
that would make me invisible
and able to slip in and out of scenes
like wind kissing skin
Or maybe I could be a shadow
that makes the days of others brighter
and loads lighter
without the burden of explanation
Maybe I could be homely
like a dog thats been kicked too much
but licks a hand because he can still smell the good
Somewhere between charming and aprehensive
hell, that's my shinning hour -
where the I dissapears into the doing
and the good gets done
and no one is the wiser.